Poem For Tamira: It’s been one of those

It’s been one of those…

Lost & sad

implanted by another man

that is good in making you feel his trouble.

That is bad in making you feel his good. that is there in you

To worry about and about that you needn’t worry

Where whirr worlds free.

Little woe –living woman

Sordid as they say sortof

Sword wringing

Hurt my girl once too often.

Beards of knowledge lets these things forget.

Don’t forget, tzaddik man. Not the hurt that you have made.

When you were trusted. Trusted. In making the heart.

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